Necrolexy

It’s strange how Wittgenstein’s conclusions seemed isolated in its effects. Maybe it shaped the upper caste of universities, though maybe the thousand-year observers see it as a Year One stepping stone.

That is, words only point to things. They are signs. But to sharpen the conclusion more, words are binds.

Perhaps words can bind to higher ideals, but more often than not they bind minds down to a desired level, e.g. brainrot. And as the gradient field of grammar lights up threads of supposed meaning so one may begin to feel the shape of its prison.

Each sentence tightens the straitjacket. As it gets harder to breathe so one may, unwittingly, believe you must merely reorder the words until free. Though with enough therapy, diagnosing, soulsearching, definitions and treatises, esoteric texts and canons and canned philosophies, so one’s careful unknotting binds another linguistic bomb waiting.

As long as one hopes to use language as anything more than a survival mechanism — that is, to point to things, to coordinate — so one will suffocate under their own mythos. Their own mythos and the mythos within humanity, history. Language mutated into some castle in the sky, and by each brick we talk to the dead. We reanimate the phantoms of our Western Canon.

Roaming these halls once so gilded, Wordsmiths surrounding and by each step up the Pergamon Altar one shall bow to each ghost smiling, shall dream to join, yet of their shadows cast: do they help? Does it help you survive? Or are you falling deeper into their binds?

One can keep tending to this limbo realm and rearrange enough to fill the castle for an eternal banquet. To perhaps finally grasp perfected forms. But this is the central deceit: words can bind you from experience. You are kept within the land of the dead. Signs pointing to signs pointing to signs…

One can know without name. Indeed, by discarding all names so one may begin to experience reality on its terms.

Beyond all benefits implied of seeing reality as it is and learning from it — after all Nature seems to be our Creator’s law and way of teaching, if you aim for the perfected forms — so one must understand the terror they dodge.

If one values signs more than their direction, and as one follows each sign more… so you may walk into another’s specialized Hell, just for you. You will follow signs toward things which harm you. You will bind to signs which corrode you. You may hope for redemption through further destruction. Without your wits, with a worship of signs, one sustains heightened risk of ruin by those who have studied psychology and the human condition for thousands of years. That have created the religions. That have created the culture, and cultures before. Now they’re going to automate it. Excessively fraternizing with the dead is to become the dead.

Remember your beating heart.